Arcangelo Regnante had been 24 on the night of the event.
He was visiting home after he managed to get a break from his job.
Having been a Harvard Alumni, who had a degree in engineering, and a rather well paying job in America.
His sister had gotten married the year before and was expecting her first child, his elder brother had been married for three years and had a beautiful little 2-year-old son. And now his mother was trying to get him to marry.
"Ma, Onofrio married the girl of his dreams." Arcangelo sighed to the woman before him, her hazel hair shimmering in the sunlight as she frowned at her son. "I don't even have a girlfriend at this point, marriage seems to be out of the question."
"Why don't you have a girlfriend, again?" His mother inquired for the umpteenth time.
"Becau
